Massachusetts General Hospital School of Nursing - Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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■.■.V.SV. ' BV.V.V.V.W.V.V.V.V. .V.V.V.Vd To the Night Supervisors; A bell, to foretell their approach. To the Head Nurses; Enough nurses to cover their wards, so that they will not become prematurely gray in their attempts to solve this problem. To Miss Eleanor Hill; A little extra length, so that she may be able to keep up with Miss Pohe in the corridors. To succeeding class; Our unparalleled ability for raising money. To the House Officers; Better Relief nurses, to reduce the number of 2 A.M. calls for Bedtime Orders. To the House Matrons: More and better cookies for Tea. Individual Bequests I, Lois Alexander, to the newly checked probes, my “model” appearance in the M.G.H. uniform. I, Sally Brown, to the new Senior Class, my source of revenue to the class through my artistic talent. We, Rita Percy and Evelina Dray, to others, our shining example of a friendship which has endured since birth. I, Mary Connelly, to future long nurses, my calming influence in the Amphitheater with thirty-five cases scheduled. I, Helen Bent, to the well worn Mary Chase, my bangs, in order that she may be still more devastating for future Practical Demonstrations. I, Louise Cronin, to Ginger Rogers, my latest dancing steps. I, Mary Maguire, to K. Armstrong, my ability to gain weight on the M.G.H. diet. I, “Lee” Dufault, to M.G.H. a linguist, to take my place as an inter- preter. I, Dot Richardson, to M.G.H. a fund to supply student nurses with matches I, Joan Dolan, to lonesome students, my bevy of admiring males. I, Julia DeMane, to the future alto section of the Glee Club, my en- thusiasm. I, Margaret McCullouch, to all students, my special journalistic train- ing, trusting that they will find a use for it in writing Case Studies. I, Dorothy Smith, to Serge Koussevitsky, my industry, perseverance and success in conducting the Glee Club. We, Barbara Groff and Barbara Hatch, to oblivion, our expressions, “Fancy seeing you here,” and “oh dear.” W AVAV.V.VAW.W.SVAV.VJ ' . ' . ' i

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I, Eleanor Delaney, to the Orthopedic Service, my fallen arches, I, Dorothy Emery, to the laundry, my fresh looking caps. I, Margaret Emery, to the Dormitory Board, a solution for my mis- demeanors. I, Hazel Bielefield, to Miss Whitelaw the position of Obstetrics Super- visor in the Middletown, Connecticut hospital. I, Grace Washburn, to some inmate of McLean Hospital, my love for that institution. I, Edna Emerson, to the Major Bowes Program, my ability to “tickle the ivories.” I, Ruth Nichols, to Caroline Singletary, my punctuality. We, Peg Ahearn and Barbara Barron, to the Irish Sweepstakes, our knowledge of Rockingham Park. I, Carol Coffin, to B.L.I, affiliates, the crackers and milk which I could always obtain. I, Marie Scherer, to future pre-clinical student assistants my constantly ferocious temperament. I, Lilian Stelfox, to some ambitious male nurse, my tennis ability. I, “Ricky” Morris, to any of the underclass students who have an excess of late passes, my “Wim, Wigor and Witality.” We, Ruth Belcher and Kay Love joy, to some discouraged student, our ability to see the brighter sides of life. I, Barbara Bitzer, to those students who frequent the Beaches in sum- mer, an extra pair of shoes. We, Emily Wyman and Janet Wheeler, to the 1936 Harvard football fans, our fur coats. I, Mildred Morse, to anyone who wants it, my long term of Relief duty on Ward E. I, Eunice Pike, to any night nurse’s roommate, my typewriter. I, Peg Robinson, to Future Big Floats, my varied experiences while serv- ing my time in that capacity. We, Kay Wilson and Irene Smith, to some struggling student, our scholas- tic reputation while at M.G.H. I, Ruth McCracken, to Major Stimson, my fond aspirations for the Army Nursing Corps. I, Blanche Ilsley, to Muriel McMurray, my whistling and singing ability.